A/N I my name is Cat and I'm a big Alias fan, I'm also an Aussie so we haven't seen all of series 3 yet. This is my first ever fanfic so be nice and Review hope you like it

What if Sydney isn't the Chosen One, How was Syd able to escape from the Convernet, they didn't even come after her, who will bring down Lauren.

Jack Bistow walk toward his desk, he still had suspicions about Lauren; she was too much like Irina for his liking. She might have betrayed him but it hadn't stopped him thinking about her. We sat down at his computer and thought' I have Sydney because of that women I guess she did do one thing right in her life' there flashing on his screen was an email in his inbox

Watch Lauren Reid

Watch her closely she isn't the grieving daughter you think she is

There was no name, no signing off, just a message.

Should he believe it was it a trap, should he tell anyone, Dixon, Sydney No not Sydney she would tell agent Vaughn who would his wife. But he should tell Dixon.

Dixon was in his office looking at some files,

"Dixon I think we should be wary of Ms Reid" Jack said calmly and without emotion 'What makes you say that Jack' unbeknownst to Jack, Dixon was looking at files from the same mystery mailer. However his had an attachment.

"I just...' he couldn't just say he had gotten an email and that was his sole proof. He was of course the Jack Bistow 'just think that it is convenient that Senator Reid killed himself and confessed, tying up all the loose ends.'

Dixon opened the attachment he had been given Where he saw a file with the picture of a blonde with none other than Sark.

"Jack come and look at this...I think you might be on to something' There would be no way to prove in was Lauren or that it was even taken after the death of Senator Reid. They would have to wait and see if the phantom Mailer sent another message. Proving more.

Except Jack saw some think in the picture that might help. Next to the mystery blonde there was a mirror, a mirror that showed a blurred image of the photographer. It looked like a professional job. It occurred to the two men that the photographer probably saw who the blonde was, if they could prove it was Ms Reid, they would have the mole.

They sent the small portion of the photo with the mirror to Marshall, coz everyone know if you want to corrupt a file, expose a blurred image, god do anything to do with computers Marshall was your man. If he couldn't do it, it probably couldn't be done.

A/N I know it was short but what the hell